After the guests left, Yuan Jiaqi and Qiao Mai stared at each empty table. The plates were wiped clean.
They were indeed not polite; every plate was wiped clean.
Servants cleared the tables, and the family members took a break. Marrying a bride was tiring and not easy at all.
Seeing the banquet at the Qiao family, Madam Wang went back to Penglai Pavilion with Old Mistress Wang.
"Mother, can we have the same banquet as the Qiao family for Zihan's wedding?"
"You should discuss this with Qiao Mai; she provides the ingredients for the kitchen."
"Alright, I'll talk to her."
Qiao Mai, who was resting and drinking tea, heard Madam Wang calling her in the courtyard. Yuan Jiaqi's eyes met hers, asking a wordless question.
"Let her in; you don't need to leave. Just listen."
Yuan Jiaqi welcomed Madam Wang into the house, and she sat across from Qiao Mai.
"I came to discuss something with you."
"Go ahead."
